Scotland

The following is a page from my notes app on 6/13/24, enjoy.

We went to an old graveyard today. The older graves are mostly from the early to mid-1800s. It was next to a large and forlorn pasture of cows. They watched us walk up and around the landmark, only moving when the loud military helicopters hummed above. It was quiet, damp, and still. It was hauntingly beautiful. The only feelings of ghosts are that of only a memory of their shadows, dissolving with their moss-covered head stones. It is a beautiful place, with lifting stones and a quiet history.

Ghost Crab

Sebo and I were skipping rocks in the water on the pier. I was crouched near the water, finding flat rocks; I found a dead crab. it was a little more the size of a quarter, no larger than a half dollar. It had lost its pigmentation, was a little blue, and its legs were becoming transparent. Sebo and I looked at it. I moved it out of the rocks. I went a foot over to rinse my hands of sand and turned around to take a picture of it. and it was gone. Sebo and I went crazy scanning the area over and over again, even digging. But alas, it was not seen again. The amount of effort we put into searching has only one explanation: it was a ghost.